Luyện nghe bài hát Live From the D.J. Stretch Armstrong Show

*after 2 of talking*

Yo so get the mic burned, open it up

[Black
Yes I, it out
It's like, you listen to the
Umbilicle mic, my syllable strikes ya
I take you a tunnel of thought, wit no support
Now you got caught off guard, by the number one scar for the
Lyrically for feelin this, Thought yo the skill assisted
By the B, the symbol you remember me to be type valid
Disasterous, the master just this, for the listener
Thought yo, while I exhibit the
Styles, from the artist, boast strokes of lyrical darkness, enter the
Severin rooms just apartments, ill flavor
I'm a skyscraper by
wit my number one neighbor, Common
>From the city of Illinois, you destroy when we bombin,
Off the top-a, the dome lyric-al don-datta Mr.
Aiyyo we lotta MC's, on the line of this ready to rhyme
So I'm just set go down wit mine, rewind, check it out

I persue fairs, relaxed like Dru Down's hair
Other niggas rhymes are like gang signs, I throw theirs
On Knotts I Landed, players get played like
Supposedly nice, taken for granted life
I write twice and drop singles in pools
Niggas I'm dunkin like when cops mingle, hip hop jingles
big words and not sayin shit
The click that you came in wit, the accent you whipped
I got my nigga Tariq, I it in the middle of the week
Niggas is an' and I start to speakin
Niggas start to leakin, my Derek D an'
I'm the future, funky for human beings
Like I was the Biz Mark, I bring the noise
Com be the rhyme killer, I spill a
Little bit of juice to a MC who need a new
Got my nigga Y-Not in the and I rock like crack
I'm ready to attack, is Black
Niggas understand the and relevance to this rhyme
I Stretch a nigga all across the like I was Bobbito or Armstrong
Com's keep goin, I start the holdin
My flowin is to earth
The birth is comin through, listenin to cut old school
?Tremblin it came down the shoot?

Monch]
(Pharoahe) Yeah yeah (Pharoahe) yeah
(Pharoahe) yeah yo
beginnin em, forever blendin them, bendin em again and again
Sendin em back, lettin em know minimum wages
Subliminally em for criminal ac-tivity
Mics I chop like Florida State Seminoles wit criminal
And milly I piss on your promotional wax
It'll be but only this, what nigga swears he's the nicest
Just because he got rhyme of the twice
Four mic devices, the gem star the shit slices
and dices, Absolute
Absolute uh, uh, Absolute uh (kill it)

Yes, the microphone
My words will your dome
I'm quick to strike your home just like Capone
N-Noreaga, wit The War Report, my orrator will yours
waitin for the beat to come in, I'm dangerous like Satan
Eatin bacon in of a Muslim, I'll battle you and your cousin
It's the beef for black
When I, yes quick to subtract the
When I go from track to track, bouncin in the mounds and
Flowin like from a fountain when I deliver
Like water from a makin you shiver
for sore, the connoisseur rippin ill-literature
Yes, but I'm about to get
You'll catch a ill reflection from too close to the speaker
When I reach ya, it's gettin clearer, outta the era

[Black
It's like this, we keep you open like a
Took a of hip hop, it's Absolute
For my man the House of Representatives
And turn it out, I always do, that's what I'ma bout ta
Do I show you a style and you?
For all competitors, Thought comin through the seckle 'cause
I'm the style and you inferior
Let me adjust my voice so you can me ta--
rule the, microphone
Pure skills, but it, all of a sudden
just start to studdered from the rap style
Hey yo let me rewind it out, check it out
it's the, deranged style that change formats and forms
I swarm like killa for feelin these fantasies
MC's throw a tantrum, I the Fifth Anthem
Aiyyo it's like this, my song thump your
You can never attempt to reach where my level is
Thought severin competitives, off the dome top
Yo my stop, my man Com just drop

And halt, I guess it was my fault
I came thick like a malt, niggas tried to pour salt
But never knew the flavor, my is accented from Chicago
Niggas follow, the water bottle
My keep flowin
Now I'm showin this poetry in motion a picure
Read the scripture, understood the first New
Start to it
The shit is like this, the beat went
I MC's the silent treatment
They tried to come against me, I em they wasn't fresh
Rappers I Crush, Kill and Destroy Stress
Extinction Agenda, Com Sense'll send a-nother
Mothafucker to the bathroom, he didn't have to shit on the mic
That I had, it's the nigga Com Sense, I don't need a pad
Off the dome, my shit'll like a Greek
I start to speak, and niggas sound extra
seven days, I take ya seven whole days like Tony
Never been a phony, Express like a Pony
Hold ya horses, Com Sense The Sources
Toss this type of shit go straight through, I lost this
One time, it came the rap sunshine
follow me like one time
Check it out my man Absolute is unsigned, ready to get it on
It's like this the mic yo I sit upon

Monch]
Yo yo, it out now, one time now, Pharoahe Monch yo
It's not breaks at the bar, if you a star
Wit me and my crew baby doll you go far
I the love of Allah, the laws I lay
Peepin the upper of light display
distributed rap pro, attributed to facts so
Cleverly put, more revolutions a axel
The sad nigga much smoother than Coltrane
Who can cop that I chop like cocaine
The effortless action wit moves like
Lip, stick and admit wit mo'
And all the my beats can pile up
More data than shows all added up
The educated nigga Queens, by any means
any fiends, similar to Supreme Team
But steam I will rise to the top to redeem the cream
For niggas who for hip hop
I pop glock and bla-block and chop spots
top notch cops to bust from a crotch
Positioning, what Absolute, what c'mon kick the dome

The last was precision so I get a vision
And sentences on top of your cranium
Underground,
Crossin the Mediterranean, water to slaughter
Who can't catch across the
Lookin across, the window, not a
Lookin at my man, the Jedi duck when the fly
My man just a picture, so I just snapped it
Lookin at the man who got the joint in his back shit, the back
I pack shit but never like an automatic
I'm causin static just like the of Bounce
I get, throwing mad
Look at my man Bobbito and
I gotta the beat
I'm never come off weak weak is the opposite of strong
I used to smoke the but now I got the Heineken
It's my to rhyme again
Don't need to be greedy, I give my old to the needy
Used to write graffiti 'cause I got the
You might not get that but you I it back to my man wit the head wrap
Yo

*talking and to end*